Wednesday, October 26, 2011

letter to the editor

this is me at work. i took the liberty of making a collage for your viewing pleasure. so there you have it. enjoy!
I'm not taking it back.
Oh, no. 
I meant every word I said.
But words in the heat of the moment aren't the only ones I have.
And the harder ones to say, the ones of love, they're still here.
Scarier to write or say.
Scarier because they're more real.
But I'll say them. Why not? 
I ran everyone through with a spear of words, so I might as well put a band aid on it.

You made me laugh. I loved the way we could sit and talk for hours, and it never got old. I loved the cute way you asked to hold my hand, and when you taught me how to play Halo. I have to admit when I think of you, I do focus on the bad times. Because it makes me so sad to remember the good. The sincerity in your eyes when you asked me not to go away to school. To stay with you forever. Laying in your driveway... didn't you know that's why I loved that day so much? I loved the way you saved me. You were exactly what I needed. I was broken and you fixed me. You taught me not to settle. I loved what a good person you were. Good to the core. Always there to help, always there to take care of me. I loved that you caught me off guard, loved the way you made me nervous. I love the way we talked, unafraid to say anything to each other. I could be myself around you. I loved the way you said sweet things to me. And all the plans we made. How things seemed to fall into place so perfectly. I loved how funny you were. How you made me remember what it was like to have a crush on someone. And you. I loved not knowing what was going to happen next. I loved flirting with you, joking with you, laughing with you. And I loved feeling safe around you, trusting you.

You all taught me a little something.
And I love you for it.

p.s. christmas music is playing in my head... bad? good? i don't care. it makes me happy.


  1. Michael. Christmas. Snow. Lights. Mistletoe.

    I'm really getting ahead of myself.

  2. I feel like it would be really hard to dig up those memories and write them out. It would have given me a stomach ache. Props to you, girrrrrl.


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